Page 95 of Whispers of Helena
One hand drifts lower, fingers tracing a slow path to my inner thigh, then slipping beneath the lace of my underwear. His fingertip grazes my clit, and I jolt, pleasure tightening through me like a drawn bowstring.
“I need you ready for my cock, Caroline,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel. “Tell me what you need.”
A shudder rips through me as his fingers circle, tease.
“Kiss me, Silas,” I breathe. “Play with me. Tell me I’m yours forever.”
His hands move, tangling in my hair, pulling me down until our lips hover just a breath apart. His gaze burns into me, fierce. “You and me, forever. I promise.”
Then I kiss him—claim him, just as he claims me. My lips part in invitation, and he takes it, devouring me, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sets my body aflame.
Ourbodies molding together, our breath mingling as he leans back, taking me with him. The world outside ceases to exist.
He tugs at my underwear, breaking the kiss just long enough for me to lift off him and strip them away. The second they hit the floor, I’m back, lips on his, fingers in his hair, rolling my hips against him.
His head falls back onto the pillow, his mouth curling into a wicked grin.
“Bring that pretty pussy up here,” he growls, voice thick with need. “Let me taste you, wife.”
His hands lift my hips and guide me up his body until my center hovers just above his mouth.
“Sit. Let your husband worship you.”
I sink onto him, and the moment his tongue flattens against my clit, an abrupt gasp escapes me. My eyes flutter shut as he drags his mouth over me. Licking me, tasting me with every suck and kiss. Each flick of his tongue designed to unravel me.
My hips find a rhythm of their own, rolling against his mouth, chasing the pleasure that builds too fast, too deep. My fingers curl around the headboard, knuckles white as I fight to keep my sounds quiet, but it’s useless. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
I force my heavy lids open, looking down just as his gaze locks onto mine. Lust and possession burn in his eyes, dark and infinite.
“You like watching me?” The question escapes me, quiet and breathless.
He stills for just a moment, lips glistening, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Caroline,” he drawls, “I would die a thousand more deaths just to watch you like this. To see you come undone on my tongue.” His fingers dig into my thighs, his voice dropping to something sinful. “The sounds you make are better than any hymn. This”—he presses a kiss against my inner thigh, sending a shiver racing through me—“is my sanctuary. This is where I find peace and hellfire.” His breath is hot against my slick skin, his grip unrelenting.
“You are my sin,” he growls, “and my saving grace.”
Then, his lips brush my core once more. “Now,” he begins, voice edged with unholy resolve, “baptize me in your waters."
His words wreck me. A sharp cry escapes my lips as I sink down, the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave. Every nerve in my body ignites, white-hot and all-consuming. My hips roll once more, and he meets me with a deep, unyielding suck that sends me spiraling over the edge. My body tenses, then shatters, pleasure rippling through me in relentless waves. I grasp the headboard, my only anchor as my body writhes against him, lost in sensation.
As the sensation calms, my hips slow, my breath deep and uneven. Silas doesn’t rush me. He presses slow, soft kisses to the insides of my thighs, his scruff dragging deliciously against my overheated skin, sending aftershocks skittering up my spine.
Then, his voice, commanding, cuts through the haze.
“On your stomach.”
Forbidden
Silas
She eases onto the mattress,face down, her body pliant beneath me. Looking down, I see her scars from that night on her back and my chest tightens. I lean down, placing kisses along the edges. Settling between her thighs, my hands gripping her ass, spreading her open. My cock glides over her tight hole, making her shiver.
“I told you before, wife, I own every inch of you. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop of pleasure.”
She writhes, pressing back against me, her breathing labored. “It’s all yours.”
I wet my fingers, dragging the slickness over the head of my cock before sliding into her. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as her heat wraps around me. “That’s it. My good wife, wet and ready for me.”
